(2) Perhaps a freak of the wind—yet perhaps a sign of remembrance,—
This fall of a single leaf on the water I pour for the dead.
(3) I whispered a prayer at the grave: a butterfly rose and fluttered—
Thy spirit, perhaps, dear friend!…
In a Cemetery at Night
This light of the moon that plays on the water I pour for the dead,
Differs nothing at all from the moonlight of other years.
After Long Absence
The garden that once I loved, and even the hedge of the garden,—
All is changed and strange: the moonlight only is faithful;—
The moon alone remembers the charm of the time gone by!
Moonlight on the Sea
O vapory moon of spring!—would that one plunge into ocean
Could win renewal of life as a part of thy light on the waters!
After Farewell
Whither now should I look?—where is the place of parting?
Boundaries all have vanished;—nothing tells of direction:
Only the waste of sea under the shining moon!
Happy Poverty
Wafted into my room, the scent of the flowers of the plum-tree
Changes my broken window into a source of delight.
